As night falls, where does your mind wander? To places of bunny rabbits and smiley faces? Or does it dare venture to the darkness; where vampires, werewolves, and other monsters lurk? When you close your eyes, and think back, do you see her fangs? Dripping wet with the blood of another. Another that could have been you. Or, do you see his clothes, tattered and torn, hanging from a body now covered in hair? He’s your bother, you tell yourself. But that doesn’t matter to you, now. You see him as a threat; a murderer. Or is there something else that you see? Is it the patchy skin that covers its body that makes you scared? The cold, damp breath from its mouth beating upon your neck; making your hair stand on its end. Its clammy hands holding you to the wall as it’s about to devour you.

  Her fangs, still dripping, fresh in your mind as you wake from the nightmare. Your screams are heard through out the house. The first one to your aide is your lover, who was in the room next to yours. The first words out of his mouth are asking if you’re alright. From the screaming, you’ve lost most of your voice; when replying this becomes evident from the measly squeak that comes from your lips. Next, is your parents, panting from running to your side. They, too, ask if you’re alright. But again, nothing comes from your lips but the squeak. Finally, to your side arrives your brother. He’s two years older than you, but he’s much shorter than you, and has a slightly worried look on his face, yet is the least worried of them all. He neither asks you or the others if you’re alright.

  As the moonlight spills in through the curtains, you notice something odd about your brother. Instead of his eyes being their normal brown, they appear to be an amber color. Since your voice is still gone, all you do is stare in horror. You try to point, but your limbs have gone numb from the fear. Your parents and lover look at you, asking what’s wrong. All you can do is squeak and try to point. By now, your brother’s night clothes have been reduced to nearly nothing from his body contorting itself, and growing to roughly six foot nine. Your eyes widen as fur starts to sprout all over his body. You force your legs to the floor, expecting to feel the warm, cozy carpeting that usually is there, but it’s not. Instead, it’s freezing cold stone, which, on its own, has sent a shiver up your spine.
  
  As you look around at the room that was yours, you notice that your parents and lover aren’t there, but the creature your brother has become still is. What were his feet are now like that of a wolf, and it clicks in your head that he’s a werewolf. His transformation nearly complete, you run towards the door to find shelter from him. Tears are streaming down your face as you open the door and fling yourself into the unknown hallway. When you reach up to wipe away the tears, you notice that your clothes have changed, to. Looking down, you realize that you aren’t wearing your night clothes anymore. In the place of your bottoms is a pair of rugged, tattered, brown pants. Your top is a tan canvas colored pirate like shirt. Your feet are now covered with boots that feel a size to big.

  As you run through the alien corridors to get away from the thing that your brother has become, you hear another set of footsteps. Not completely thinking, you stop and turn around to see where they’re coming from. As soon as your body is halfway turned, you see it. You try to scream again, but, again, that embarrassing squeak emits. As you turn back around, you close your eyes and imagine the thing that was chasing you. It was tall.. Taller than what your brother have become. The green tint its skin had and the patchy, zigzag way it had been what looked like, sewn together. The way its arms were held out in front of it, like it wanted a hug. You stepped forward as to keep running, but were quickly stopped. Thoughts race through your minds as you realize your imminent death is approaching at a sluggish speed.

  As your mind races, the thing gets closer. Its breath stale from sleep, and its grasp cold and clammy. It has your wrists up to the wall. You close your eyes, wondering what was going to become of you. Who would be the one to find your mangled body after the monster was done with you? While your mind is deliberating, you notice that your wrists are actually quite warm. You open your eyes to see your lover, staring back at you. Your lips move, as if to ask what had happened. He quickly puts a finger over your lips to silence you. You blink a few times, your eyes wide with sadness. Your wrists once again feel cold. As you look, you hear the clinking of the handcuffs your lover has put around your wrists, strapping you to the bed.

  You struggle against the cold steel, trying to free yourself. Moving your ankles, you realize that there are cuffs there, too. You lift your head up to see that he’s sharpening knives. You go to ask him what he’s doing, but that puny squeak comes out again.

Its still a work in progress. As more is done, more will be posted. ^_^